AN: Second chapter! Hope it's better than last chapter. I found a lot of mistakes. So, lets hope this one is better.

For once, Rico was terrified.

He wasn't scared at any other time until now, though. Before the chase, he was bit in the leg painfully, but that didn't scare him as much as now. He wasn't that scared when he got separated by Skipper and Private. No, none of those scared him. But as soon as he heard rifle fire, and the sound of broken glass- not to mention that horrible scream- was enough to chill the pyschopath. Who screamed? The young, innocent, sweet Private? Or his resourceful leader that he admired? Until he knew, the hair on his neck would stand.

He ducked his head down slightly when he heard the gunfire. The bite in his leg was burning from all the fire, but the sound of the helicopter flying overtop him. The spotlight hadn't landed on him yet, but judging from the fact that he was attempting to hide on a rooftop, he guessed it was only a matter of time. He had crawled up an a ladder leading to the roof of the building he was on. It took him five tries. Mostly because he was too close the dogs chasing him, and had to attempt each time to not get his legs mangled. By now, his life was in the hands of chance. Scratch that, laying on the tightrope of luck. He was in the wide open, the only thing hiding me was his hands o his head. He could vomit up something to protect him or give him an edge, but he as just a little bit too paranoid that they would find him sooner. Whoever they were for that matter.

Rico inhaled deeply. Now that he heard the gunfire and the scream, he was certain that he had to get a move on. To get somewhere where the enemy wasn't. Although at the moment, the enemy was, for all he knew, his friends. When he was first bitten in the leg, the first face he saw was a friend he had in the NYPD named Jeremy. He recognized his dark features, his olive skin and black hair. But most importantly he recognized his friend's brown eyes, and he knew the expression Jeremy had when he wanted someone's blood. He had that look on.

He exhaled his breath. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to get somewhere. He felt the muscles in his legs tense up, his arms raised and tilted, ready for a run. He waited until the spotlight from the chopper was gone from his path he had decided to take, and split second later he was racing off.

A light hit him when he took the first few steps, and he started to panic. They've probably locked in on him, ready to take a shot. Adrenaline was kicking in now. His feet felt like blades of grass, and it was effortless to put one in front of the other. There wasn't much space to cover before he was at the edge of the building, and thinking of what to do next. The spotlight on him, he could hear people cocking their guns, aiming on him. Another scream filled the air as he jumped. He wasn't exactly sure if the yell was his or not.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to see him possible demise, as he hadn't taken any effort to look below him before he fell. He remembered glass breaking, the sound propelled in his ears, and seconds later pain throughout his body, like he was being cut in all parts of his body. A window. Or maybe a skylight. He wasn't sure but he knew he probably fell through one of those things. What was-?

He had a quick sensation of falling. Then, it felt like his body belly flopped onto something. Something hard and, warm. Another person? A sauna? It could've been anything. He couldn't get an attempt to see before his closed eye vision went darker, and his mind blacked out unexpectedly.

Was his eyes sealed by blood, he wondered. He just couldn't open them, no matter how hard he tried. Was it the windshield glass? Had someone sealed his eyes in the time he was passed out? Or did he just not have eyes anymore at all? Just the optic nerve that comes with the, begging his brain to open eyes he no longer had.

What his brain was telling him right now, anyway, was to get out. His gut feelings agreed. Had to move. He thrashed his hips from side to side, before he remembered he didn't put on any seat belts, so he was able to stand. His left hip twisted to the side, a he sat up doggy style. His arm reached in front of him, and he felt the metal of the cop car door. It took a moment, but his hand touched the plastic of the door handle, and he twisted it up.

It was almost comical that he fell out of the car, his head first, and after an instinct twist, back first. His tailbone ached as he fell to the concrete of the road. It was only then that he realized he was probably surrounded by men that would have taken the opportunity of his predicament to capture him. Still, his only thoughts were to get out.

He tried to get his bearings. What was off to the left side again? A tree line, yes, that was it. He got hide in the tree line and attempt to open his eyes, or at least figure out the situation. Despite how much his tailbone was burning in pain, he started to crawl straight. Where he one, or at least hoped the safe tree line was.

It would only take a minute to crawl to the trees, and he dreaded that. It would mean he had to think. He had mostly questions though. What happened to Neon Tyler? Did she get out of the car? Was Rico and Private safe? What was happening with Kowalski? He stayed home for the mission, so did the people go to their house? Take him in at gunpoint for questioning on where the rest of them might be hiding? Who were the people that wanted his team so badly anyway? What did they want? The chase had been throughout the city of NewYork after all, so it must've been pretty important.

He felt grass on his hands. He must have finally made it. He stood up, despite his tailbones disagreement, and walked forward until he felt the leaves of trees hitting his face, then he collapsed on the ground. The pulled handfuls of grass out of the ground in satisfaction. He stopped quickly though, remembering his situation. He had to try and open his eyes. He had to know what was going on. He sighed, and forced his eyelids up. It seemed hopeless, until he saw a sliver of light. Excited, he tried again, getting a better outcome. His eyes were half open now, and he could just make out a tall, lean looking person... standing right in front of him. Instinctively, he stood up and got ready for a fight. Even though his eyes were only half open.

"Geez Skipper!" The man cried. "Calm down! We gotta get you out of here! Come on!"

Skipper sighed in relief. One of the only three men in the world he would ever truly trust. Gratefully, he let his teammate help him into their car, parked right beside the now burning car that he was in moments ago. Someone must have lit it on fire. As he toppled onto the cushions of the units car, he felt a wave of grief that he didn't know if his hostage was still in that cop car or not.

Kowalski grinned at his leader in the backseat. He was flopped on the cushions, belly first.

"I want explanations, Kowalski!" Skipper growled into the cushions of leather. The scientist's face got serious. He turned another corner, being relieved that there was no police.

"Well, in a nutshell? As you would say, we're screwed. I don't know exactly what happened to you and the the rest of the team on the mission, but from what I can see, nearly every NYPD member is after us. I was at Marlene's when I called Private to see what was keeping you, and then in the middle of hi sentence the line went dead. So I left in a hurry and saw how the only people on the streets were police, and I barely slipped away from them. I think they were staking out our house the government gave us for our unit. So then I checked your cellphone GPS chips I installed in each of your cellphones. That's how I found you. According to the chip, Rico is in a greenhouse, and I can guarantee you it's surrounded."

"And Private?"

"...Don't know." Kowalski admitted sadly. "I checked where the GPS was when it went dead, and he was nearing the woods jut outside of NewYork. But if the line died in the middle of his sentence..." He let the sentence hang, letting his leader imagine what he was purposing.

Skipper looked up to stare at the back of Kowalski's head. "We get Rico out first, then we find Private. Understood?"

"Then what?"

"Then we swing back to the place where you found me. There's a certain cop car I need to look at."

"Mind if i ask why, sir?"

"I think my hostage is dead."